Nearly getting snuffed out by an avalanche wasn't his ideal way to start the morning but as Kristoff leaned against the tree, shaking the seemingly unending clots of snow from his hat, it was evident that the whole fiasco could have ended a lot worse. When he finished with his cap and placed back on its rightful head, the blond noticed the newcomer standing not so far away. Their appearance certainly surprise given that these woods were in the middle of nowhere but after giving them a detail look-over his only words were, "Well, someone certainly looks ready for the ball."

"That’s not how it works…I’m no one’s pet."

"Does not make me a pet."

"I….I don’t think we met."

"Uh, hey — FBI. Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble or anything. Just wondering, uh… D’you know where the Pimmy’s Motel is? I’m just meant to meet my, uh, brother there, and my GPS is kinda being a bitch."